Page 14 of It’s Me They Follow

My Gee,

That letter. Hmmmmm.

First off, I’m fine. Hope all is well with you and the birth of the bookshop. I am excited to see where this takes you, especially now that your trajectory has been interrupted, lol.

I miss visiting your writers’ group sometimes, but mostly I don’t—they are your kind of people and not mine.

But I do love that you have them and they have you.

I promise to come and see you all soon. I’m so glad you are continuing the practice of saying the mantra!

Oh, and look what you pretended up, a sweet-smelling man. You have always wished for true love.

I wonder if ME will unravel you or help glue you back together.

This second date was quite interesting. You were dropped in a place, alone and completely content, yet on a date.

This date only required you to be present and at ease with yourself.

In this short time, I am in awe of how perceptive he is.

This ME, in just a couple weeks, has gotten you to take a moment away from your fear and enjoy life.

I must admit, the blindfold is sensual for a monk and a very sly way to get you to rely on your other senses.

To feel what you heard and smelled during your journey, then drift into a dream, only to awaken in a place we’ve only whispered about in private conversations.

Did you conjure this? Is it make believe?

I am truly proud of you for not taking flight when you finally did meet his aunt.

What an odd way to be introduced. Funny how there are blind women in his family too.

Yet this aunt of his has already read your work—even without eyes she can see!

ME is determined to know you. Are you willing to let him try?

The issues you both have could be what heals you both. Love is, however, a tool that can cage us or free us, but the choice is yours. It seems everything in your life right now is a slow-moving car, waiting for you to decide where you want to go and at what speed. This is your adventure to choose.

“You are ready. Well, almost ready,” she said.

What do you say?

Love,

Your Sister Friend, Elle